Debbie Poems | Examples

Debbie, My love

I paced placidly along picturesque pathways,
Around the vast verdant valley that led nowhere.
Oh Debbie, my Debbie, disappeared in thin air!
I'll search and I'll search and mutter a prayer,
I texted her and called her, but alas all seemed in vain.

Ah Debbie, my Debbie, I shouted her name.
All echoed back at me. still, I yearn for her love.
I imagined her hot lips, lingering on mine,
Yet she escaped me and flew like a rock dove,
But why, oh why? We fitted like a glove.

The blissful breeze blew through the cottonwoods,
"I'm here! I'm here!"  Her voice echoed impulsively,
Elated I searched among the trees near a river. 
I saw her there, beneath the willow, seductively.
I ran and hugged her tight, with all our fecundity.

Daisy Debbie and Darlene

Talk of the barnyard today were Daisy Debbie and Darlene
Three piglets whose mother is rarely and not often seen.
They are as sociable as she is elusive, shy, hidden and quiet.
That she is the mother of these piglets is truly a riot!

They must take after their daddy, observed the cow and horse.
They are spiffy and jiffy, dancing and prancing, usually off course.
Their snorting is loud, and they make themselves known.
They are as loud as a 747 who is being crankily flown.

Daisy, Debbie and Darlene, take after their grandma Sow.
She was a showgirl, a high stepper, that sow was a wow!
Three piglets in the barnyard who keep us all on our toes.
Where they will end up is anyone's guess, said the goat named Boze.

To Ted and Debbie

A brother and sister should
always be friends,
One for the other, who
Cares and defends.

A brother and sister should
always be kind,
Love one another,
Lives intertwined.

A brother and sister should
always be there,
To love and to cherish, to
show that you care.

A brother and sister should
always be brave,
Together forever, cradle
to grave.

Count your blessings,
Love each other a ton,
Someday, too soon,
there will only be one.

Dour Debbie Downer

Dour Debbie Downer with a daily dose of doom
She complains about her father with a sense of gloom
He was a bully, he wishes I was dead she said.
Her mother was worse; she is glad that she is dead.

Dour Debbie Downer with a daily dose of anything not warm.
She hopes none of her family gets in touch in spirit form. 
My sister was awful, I wish I had never let her back into my life.
The conversation always comes back to depression and strife.

Dour Debbie Downer is right now calling me on the phone. 
Once again, I ignore it, hoping she will think I am not home.

Breaking Up With Debbie

She has the ‘screws’.
Her hips are 'creaky'
her leg is 'playing up.’

I yell into her good ear.
"Nice Morning Freda!"

"Gout." She says,
still following a conversation in her head.
"I don't even drink!"
I know this is a stretch
for I am her secret `pusher'.

"I'm going out later, can I get you anything?"

She looks directly at me at last.
She has been studying the obituaries
in the local paper.

"Isn't it terrible?"
"Yes Freda it is."
We never discuss specifics,
agreeing tacitly
that most things are `terrible.’

"Just the usual"

I make a note to buy,
sliced white bread.
Laughing Cow cheese spreads (original flavor).
Bologna sausage (which she calls Baloney).
"Little Debbie" Frosted Fudge cakes
and a bottle of sweet sherry.

Her list of wants is not far from mine,
except for the sherry,
I like to think my list is a little more refined,
and I have long since broke-up
with 'Little Debbie'.

People Heart Debbie

I can see 
People's hearts.
And yours is Beautiful 
Just the way 
You are 
Your the most kind hearted person 
I love being around you.
And can feel the love 
You have.
The light in you.
That shines bright,
when I'm around you.
The love you 
Have fir your family.
And how your friends
Become like family.
I love you 
For who you are.

Gold Heart - Debbie

Gold heart

You have a good heart
That makes you 
Beautiful in and out.
With a kind heart and 
Pure heart.
And makes you 
Beautiful in 
Every way

A Friend Debbie

I see your heart
And it's beautiful.
Just like the 
Person you are.
You are kind hearted
In every way 
There's a light 
In you 
That every one 
Can see.
When they look at you.
You change live 
With your love.
And your just beautiful 
In and out.

Olivia, Kate and Debbie - My Poster Girls

Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide

Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too

Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow

Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same

This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills

(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
.

Bar Steward Town 1 For Debbie

Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie) 
What they did to Debbie was beyond compare
Anywhere else except in this damn town
A real lady came from afar to heal the sick
Persons unknown took her happiness

Did their despicable act and slew her life
They respected her religion by crossing her
But not her body by using two big knives
Two decades on the killers are free

Just showing that you can escape justice
And get away with murder in this town
One day karma will intervene 
And set Debbie free

All that is right must win
All that is wrong will lose
Bar Steward Town
Karma judges all

Doug and Debbie, the Lord Says That You Make Him To Smile

Doug and Debbie, The LORD 
Says That You Make HIM to Smile


Doug and Debbie, the LORD says that you make HIM smile
when HE looks upon you two,
because that you willingly work at the things
HE has called for you to do.

HE says that HE can trust you to follow HIM in
whatever way that HE will lead, 
knowing and trusting that you will stay on the path 
as in this with HIM, you have agreed.

There is no limit in the future plans
that HE will call you to, 
as when you chose to follow HIM 
stating you both will do what HE says to do.

At the first, you might have thought that it was 
pure happenstance that caused you one day to meet, 
but the LORD says, “No, I am the ONE who planned
your paths as you walked them on your feet.

One day, you both will stand before 
HIS glorious throne, 
and with such love and joy
our FATHER will say, “MY dear ones welcome home”!

Written by: 

Marilyn S. Jennings
December 31, 2019

Breaking Up With Debbie

She has the 'screws'.
Her hips gripe,
her leg is 'playing up.’

I yell into her good ear.
"Nice Morning Freda!"

"Gout." She says,
still following a conversation in her head.
"I don't even drink!"
I know this is a stretch
for I am her secret `pusher'.

"I'm going out later, can I get you anything?"

She looks directly at me at last.
She has been studying the obituaries
in the local paper.

"Isn't it terrible?"
"Yes Freda it is."
We never discuss specifics,
agreeing tacitly
that most things are `terrible.’

"Just the usual"

I make a note to buy,
sliced white bread.
Laughing Cow cheese spreads (original flavor).
Bologna sausage (which she calls Baloney).
"Little Debbie" Frosted Fudge cakes
and a bottle of sweet sherry.

Her list of wants is not far from mine,
except for the sherry,
and I have recently broken up
with 'Little Debbie'.

At the supermarket, screws and gripes
jab my bones.
I limp down aisle three
ignoring a picture
of a smirking 'Little Debbie.’

Debbie and the Stars

She could sing, dance, and act 
but picking a man was a problem.
She didn't complain or explain
just worked hard for the money,
an Unsinkable Molly Brown.  
America's sweetheart now
soars among the stars. 


Donal Mahoney

Goodbye Debbie

Just one day after we lost Carrie Fisher, her mom died too.
I guess both the shock and pain was too much for her to go through.
Carrie died at the age of sixty and her mom was eighty-four.
It's a shame that neither of them will be around anymore.
Many people were Debbie Reynolds fans and they thought a lot of her.
This has been a sad week because we lost both Carrie and her mother. 

[Dedicated to Debbie Reynolds (1932-2016) who died on December 28, 2016.]

Little Dollar Debbie

Little Dollar Debbie, loves to thrift store shop,
her pocket full of dollars, she doesn't want to stop.
A place of splendid bargains, stacked so ever high,
wanting almost everything that finds her shoppers eye.

Her pocket full of dollars, she doesn't want to stop,
walk each aisle, end to end, like a spinning top.
Pick up each new item to give it careful look,
searching high and low in every shelf and nook.

A place of splendid bargains stacked so ever high,
each for just one dollar for her happily to buy.
New things never seen before to tempt her shoppers skill,
amazing offers in the mix to test her weakened will.

Wanting almost everything that finds her shoppers eye,
two for one with rebates tempting her to try.
Shes a shop-a-holic with no plan to ever stop,
Little Dollar Debbie, loves to thrift store shop.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/15/16 ©

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